Farmer Wants a Wife: Love and Friendship, Book 3 (18 page)

“Tell me what you do next.”

“I’m eager to taste you and take the tip of your cock into my mouth. I suck, take you deeper, let the underside of your shaft slide along my tongue. How does it feel?”

“Fuckin’ great. God, I wish you were here in my bed.”

Yes
. Susan ran the vibrator over her clit and sighed at the sensual jolt. “I’m going to fuck myself with the vibrator now. You’re not the only one in a hurry.”

“Wait. Have you got any other toys?”

She paused, his question flinging her back into the past. She’d left her other toys with her ex after he’d abandoned her for her best friend. Funny, it didn’t hurt as much now. “I used to own more in another life.”

“I’d enjoy shopping with you. We’ll buy some together,” he said.

She pushed Mr. Blue into her channel, the silicon sliding easily into her aroused flesh. Turning the vibrator so the slight bend vibrated against her G-spot, she switched the setting up a notch. “Mr. Blue is inside me now, and he’s doing his normal good work.”

“Glad to hear you have a reliable male.”

Susan spluttered a laugh, sent a guilty glance at her closed door. “I’m taking you deep now, pulling your shaft into my mouth. Your knob bumps against my throat. I’m breathing carefully through my nose and concentrating on giving you the best blow job you’ve ever received.”

“Hell, yeah,” he muttered.

“I can taste your pre-come. It’s coming more quickly now, and your breathing is rapid. You’re starting to burble and promise me all sorts of things—”

“Hell, yeah. I’d give you the moon if I could.”

“You say that now.”

“I mean it,” Tyler said.

Susan stirred, pressure building in her pussy. “I go a little faster, bobbing up and down, pulling a loud moan from you.” On beat, Tyler’s soft moan came from the speakerphone and the pressure inside her increased. “Your cock swells and your balls are tight when I massage them. On the next down stroke, your cock nudges the back of my throat and I swallow against the thickness.”

“Fuck,” he said then hissed.

“Your eyes are closed and color surges into your face. You’re trembling, so close it’s as if you’re balancing on a tight wire. I lift my head, go back down and you’re coming, shooting into my mouth, spurting down my throat. This time I let you move, let you take what you want, what you need.”

The words pulled her pussy tight, and she clenched her legs together. Her orgasm whipped through her, streaking tendrils of pleasure up her torso and down her limbs until the splendor of it roared like a storm. Like a tasty chocolate treat, she reveled in the deliciousness, greedily guzzling up every frisson until she floated back to the cupboard-size bedroom and reality.

For an instant, guilt colored the decadence—that she should do this with Tyler when she’d signed up to make nice with another.

“Suzy,” Tyler’s hoarse voice dragged her back, the aching sweetness of his tone. “Suzy, don’t leave me hanging.”

“I’d never do that,” Susan whispered. “But it’s not my fault you didn’t keep with my program.”

“I wanted to hear you.” His words made her heart twist and ache.

Warmth filled her, a shifting in her chest made her aware of her breathlessness. She’d experienced these tumultuous emotions before and wondered if she should worry, if she should step back so she didn’t stumble into the chasm of pain that marched along with handing over her heart.

He’s not like that
. But she didn’t know for sure—not yet. The only way she’d know was to take a chance and let her traitorous spirit have the reins. She’d applied to the reality show because she wanted to find love…

Susan removed Mr. Blue and started speaking. “Take your cock in your hand and stroke it. Not the hard strokes you’d usually use. Instead, run your fingers along your shaft with the softer pressure a woman would use.” Her inner self snarled at the idea. “Like I’d do it,” she amended. “If I were teasing you. Run your fingers up and down again, brushing the tip.”

“You’re killing me here.”

“You’re lucky I’m not with you. I might torture you in person. Restrain your hands or blindfold you, so you won’t know exactly what I’m gonna do next.”

“We could try that some time. I’m happy as long as I get to try my ideas too.”

A laugh bubbled from her. He was thinking of the future, their future. “Do you want to come or not?”

“My balls are turning blue, and that’s only a good thing if you’re a male baboon.”

“You keep interrupting.”

“I like talking with you.”

And she liked him way too much, considering the obstacles. “I want you to grip your cock hard now and pretend you’re buried deep inside me. You can feel the heat of my channel, even through the condom. You pull out and plunge back inside. The slick walls tease your cock. Can you feel how close you are? The tight pressure in your sac? How you feel as if you might explode in the next stroke?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“You pull back to take the final stroke, part of you wanting to go slow while the rest of you wants to pound into me. Which is it going to be?”

“Hard,” he whispered.

“Feel my body quivering, ready to take you. I lift my hips, changing the angle for you to make the final stroke. Just perfect,” she whispered. “Pound into me. Take what you need, Tyler. Take me.”

Tyler’s hard groan filled her bedroom, so loud Susan’s gaze zapped to the door. Then there was silence. “Tyler?”

“I’m here,” he said. “But for a moment I thought this was a near-death experience.”

“I wish I was there.”

“I wish you were too.” Regret laced his voice. “If you feel up to a walk, there’s a dam on the boundary. We could meet.”

“Okay.” Meeting was a bad idea, but she had to see him or she’d go crazy. “When will we go for dinner?”

“I’ll ring you tomorrow. Are you filming tomorrow?”

“Yes, we’re going into Clare with your mother. Something about volunteer work and how Nolan’s wife needs to take an active part in the community.”

“You don’t like helping?”

“I’ve done a lot of charity work in the past. No, that doesn’t bother me, but meeting your mother again—that’s the part that makes me nervous.”

“I don’t blame you,” Tyler said. “Josie says I should face off with her, but honestly, it’s more peaceful and less stressful for all concerned if I turn my back and pretend she’s not there.”

“It can’t be easy having your parents write you off because of a youthful mistake.”

“I have Josie and Eric in my corner. The way I see it, they’re my parents.”

She nodded even though he couldn’t see her sympathy. “My mother and sisters are supportive of everything I do. Even though they thought I was crazy for telling my fiancé to take a hike, they stood at my side.”

“What did he do?”

“Slept with my best friend. They got married and divorced about a year after their wedding.”

“Sounds as if you were well rid of him.”

“Yeah. What about your wife?”

Tyler’s voice drifted in and out, as if he were resettling his pillows. “Rebecca didn’t like living in Clare. She wanted to move back to Auckland after Katey was born but didn’t handle the responsibilities of having a baby well. She cried a lot and left me and Josie to deal with Katey. I knew it was best to stay here even though it wasn’t our original plan. Our marriage…”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Susan said.
She wanted to live in Auckland too
.

“No, Suzy. I want you to know.”

“Suzy?” She laughed at the nickname. No one had ever given her one before.

“Suzy is the part of you who is brave and funny and strives for what she wants.”

“Thanks.” His words sent pleasure swirling, made her realize how far she’d come in the last year. Heck, she actually liked herself.

“You’re welcome. Our marriage didn’t have a chance after Katey came along. We argued about leaving Clare. Katey mightn’t have been planned but I fell in love with her pretty quickly. For her sake, we needed to stay with Eric and Josie. We needed their support.”

“What happened?”

“Rebecca stayed. We argued a lot and were both miserable. Rebecca seemed to be depressed and lost a lot of weight. Josie and I finally persuaded her to see a doctor. They did a heap of tests and diagnosed cancer.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” he said. “She was so young.”

And so was he to go through a tragedy like that. His words also cemented his bond with Josie and Eric in her mind, the painful path of her thoughts stripping away some of her good mood. “It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, I have an early start tomorrow. Will you meet me by the dam?”

“I’ll text you once I know if I can get away.”

“I look forward to it,” he said. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight.” Susan forced herself to cut the connection and switch off the light. If only it were that easy to stop her mind and heart from conjuring a bright, shiny future with the wrong man.

Chapter Ten

Susan stacked the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, trying not to let resentment dampen her mood.

Jasmine and Lucy sat at the table with Nolan and the cameraman, enjoying a second cup of coffee and discussing the upcoming day. A persistent drizzle clattered against the iron roof, the gray sky and dull landscape paralleling her worsening disposition. If this rain continued, there was no way she’d manage a clandestine meeting with Tyler.

A black truck rolled to a stop outside the kitchen door, its mud-splattered appearance typical of the farm vehicles she’d seen since her arrival in Clare. A man climbed out of the driver’s side and walked around to open the passenger side.

“You have visitors,” Susan said and reached for the empty coffee carafe to put on another pot.

The kitchen door burst open and Nolan’s mother stalked inside, a newspaper clutched in her right hand. She scanned the kitchen until her gaze settled on Susan.

“You! How could you betray Nolan in such a public manner?”

The coffeepot wavered in Susan’s hand. She turned away and poured cold water into the coffeemaker.

“Don’t turn your back on me! I want you to pack your bags and leave.”

Susan glared at the cameraman. “Turn that thing off.”

“Nope.” His smug smile showed beneath the camera. “You signed away your rights and gave me permission to film anything.”

“Nothing to stop me leaving.” Susan turned to escape the nasty gleam in Mrs. Penrith’s eyes.

“Not so fast.” Mrs. Penrith caught Susan’s arm and tugged her to an abrupt halt. The woman was stronger than she looked, her fingers digging into Susan’s biceps.

“Let me go,” Susan demanded.

“Mum, what are you doing? Let her go.”

“I knew someone with her morals—a stripper—would tow bad gossip to our family. This town. She’s tarnished our good name with her presence, and now she’s sleeping with Tyler.”

“What are you talking about?” Susan demanded.

At the table, Jasmine and Lucy started whispering to each other.

“Mum,” Nolan said. “Susan doesn’t know Tyler.”

“According to this paper, she does.” Satisfaction oozed from Mrs. Penrith’s voice. “She spent the weekend with him up in Auckland. Look, it gives all the details here in this article and they say the internet is buzzing with the news this morning.”

Someone spilled the beans. It wouldn’t be one of her friends—they’d never do that. She rifled through memory files, frantically wondering what to do or say, how to react.

Deny.

Yes. Deny, deny,
deny
.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Susan rubbed her arm and did her best woman-done-wrong expression.

“Read the newspaper and judge for yourself,” Mrs. Penrith snapped, almost flinging the paper at her son.

“I don’t have to do anything.” Nolan stood. “Dad, did you want to help me check the sheep?”

“Yes, son.”

Nolan’s father stood inside the door like a timid mouse. Susan hadn’t noticed him in all the drama. He turned and left as quietly as he’d entered.

“You tell my son the truth.” Mrs. Penrith approached, her gaze stabbing into Susan like pointy daggers.

Time for a strategic retreat. “I’m going for a walk,” Susan said.

“But it’s raining,” the cameraman said.

“You can’t run away from the truth,” Mrs. Penrith spat.

“The fresh air would be a welcome change,” Susan said, swift steps taking her from the kitchen to the privacy of her bedroom.

Inside, she shut the door and leaned against the hard wood while marshalling her thoughts. Someone had blabbed. She sighed and pushed away from the door. Not that it mattered when she’d changed her mind about country living.

A quick glance out the window showed her it was still raining. Too bad. She had a coat and the fresh air might clear her head. She plucked her coat from the wardrobe, and a few minutes later, she was hurrying outside. The second she breathed in cool air, the weight on her shoulders lightened. She turned her face to the sky, letting the drops of rain splatter across her skin, the cool water waking her from her stupor, washing away some of her guilt.